Standard Loneliness Package
Root canal is one ﬁfty, give or take, depending on who’sdoing it to you. A migraine is two hundred.Not that I get the money. The company gets it. What Iget is twelve dollars an hour, plus reimbursement for pain-killers. Not that they work.I feel pain for money. Other people’s pain. Physical,emotional, you name it.Pain is an illusion, I know, and so is time, I know, Iknow. I know. The shift manager never stops reminding us.Doesn’t help, actually. Doesn’t help when you are on yourthird broken leg of the day.I get to work three minutes late and already there are ninetickets in my inbox. I close my eyes, take a deep breath,open the ﬁrst ticket of the morning:I’m at a funeral.Feeling grief.Someone else’s grief. Like wearing a stranger’s coat, stillwarm with heat from another body.I’m feeling a mixture of things.